Writer’s Block by L. Kappel
I am attempting to write about not being able to write. I am not sure about this but write I will.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could dial up for a writer’s block plumber?
Ring, ring!
“Ah, yes, hello! I have a blockage. When will you be able to unblock it?”
“Sorry, today we are fully blocked, I mean booked. Can you call back tomorrow?”
Many years ago, after a car accident, I had some therapy. I was being hyper- vigilant, watching cars in my rear-view mirror.
Are they too close to me? I started to watch all cars that were driving too close.
This hyper vigilance occupied my whole brain, so much so that even the pain I was experiencing in my right shoulder down my arm seemed to disappear.
The therapist told me “the brain is capable of receiving millions of messages in seconds!” “If the brain becomes over- whelmed it closes pathways and blocks messages”.
I wonder if writers block, I like drought myself, is caused by a similar event?
Does the creative flow overwhelm the brain, is it greedy?
During a drought look for small sources of water.
Start writing cards and or letters to friends. No emails allowed. Do a YouTube course in English literature.
I feel that if I just sat and looked at the blank screen, wishing and wanting the words to flow, for me, that would put me back in the car. The hyper vigilance would freeze my brain’s pathways so that nothing would be achieved.
I think poems written during a time like this would be amazing:
The emptiness
Is this the end
It’s impossible to comprehend
Do you feel taken for granted, used
I am left confused
What will I do
But continue to pursue
And so on, just keep writing, re formatting. Go to a place of creativity, an art exhibited.
Take that writers block and turn it into a crime!
Gosh what did I babble on about, so embarrassing, but I did fill this blank space.
I guess I’ve been able to conquer writers block after all. Well at least for today!